He was the guy who lived next door
He was cute , charming , and much much more
He was the only one , I used to adore
When we passed by , no words were ever said
But hearts were heard, and eyes were read
The moment I saw him , all the blood rushed to my head
His love with blooming in my heart , and seeing him ,had it fed
I just loved the view of him , sitting in his porch
Imagine walking in the dark , and then finding a torch
I lay in my bed at night and think of him
I run out of bed and look for my pen
I write down my feelings and end it with a grin
No one ever made me do that , Not anyone of them
I pass again and look at his chair
With a sad moan , I realize he’s not there
I walk home sadly , accusing life of being so unfair
But later , I realize that although I didn’t see him today
I am sure that tomorrow or the day after , I will cross his way
Tomorrow is another chance , It is a brand new day
So I smile and wait , because maybe then , we will have something to say ……
